Huế | Bạch Diệp

in my dream
there’s a city far far away
a city drifting in a purple mist
there the streets are as green as velvet
shimmering through its kingdom is a river that drapes like silk
someone’s voice
more of a whisper(nhẹ rứa) is as soft
as the clouds as the mist
as true as poetry
an aching longing in my heart

I have ran away from the ancient eaves of Bao Vinh
from the call for departure from Văn Lâu Thừa Phủ bus stop
drunk often by the permeating air of camphor
beneath a turquoise starry night at Linh Mụ wharf
carries in the breeze are the notes of unbearable sadness
just once in “a house of a wanderer”
as the bells of Phủ Cam Cathedral ring you lit a candle
I remember how…

thin you were like Huế in the fall
scattered leaves in Rú Chá(our mangrove primeval forest)
Who is Huế waiting for with all its thirteen gates wide open
Tịnh Tâm blooming lotus during the fasting seasons
Scent of spicy ginger blooms by Tuần ferry terminal
I have travelled to the end of the earth beneath the same sky
searching for a meal balanced in yin and yang and the five elements
the way Mạ gather each fresh stem of green for you to season
with ruốc cay(shredded pork/chicken/prawn)
now that is Huế!